"My name is Ke Huai. May I ask who this young lady is?"

"This is……"

“Xiao Wo.” Feng Guang glanced at Xiao Wo, signaling her to be quiet. Xiao Wo took a step back, lowered her head, and dared not speak. Only then did Feng Guang say, “My name has the character Xia in it, so everyone calls me Miss Xia.”

The young man gave a pale smile, "Miss Xia."

"Who is this young master, and why is he playing the flute here?"

"I am the eldest son of the county magistrate. I couldn't resist playing the flute here because of the beautiful moonlight. I apologize if I have disturbed your rest, and I will leave now."

"Wait." Feng Guang called out to the man who was about to leave. She asked in confusion, "As far as I know, Magistrate Ke only has one son named Ke Sa. Since you are also Magistrate Ke's son, how come I've never heard of you?"

Ke Huai looked sad. “Miss, you don’t know this. My mother was my father’s first wife. After my mother passed away, my father remarried. He called me a young master, but in fact, I was no different from a servant in the mansion.”

"Hmm? How could Lord Ke be so confused? No matter what, you are the eldest son of the legitimate wife, so your status should naturally be higher."

"I'm already very fortunate to be able to stay in the manor and have food to eat. As for anything else, I dare not think about it."

"Hey, having food to eat is such a simple request. Why don't you come with me? I guarantee you'll eat delicacies every day, how about it?"

"Eating too much delicacies can get tiresome." Gu Yan, dressed in white, suddenly appeared from somewhere, his tone calm yet exuding an air of nobility. He looked at Feng Guang and said, "Have you forgotten the days when you were lying in bed complaining of discomfort?"

Feng Guang's expression instantly became indescribable. During that period, she felt extremely nauseous. If she hadn't yet slept with Gu Yan, she would have suspected that she had morning sickness.

Ke Huai asked, "And who is this young master?"

My surname is Gu.

"Young Master Gu."

"Young Master Ke, it's late and the dew is heavy. Please excuse us for going back to rest now."

Ke Huai nodded, composed and polite, "Please take care, everyone."

Under Gu Yan's gaze, Feng Guang awkwardly closed his fan and followed him as he turned and left.

Once they were some distance away, Gu Yan said, "Your Majesty, you shouldn't have said such rash words."

"Why shouldn't I? Wasn't it Uncle Wang who taught me to sympathize with the weak?"

"Based solely on his word, we cannot ascertain his background. If he intends to use this as an excuse to get close to His Majesty, then it will be too late for regrets."

"I think he's quite good-looking, he doesn't seem like a bad person."

"Does Your Majesty judge people solely by their appearance?"

"Otherwise what?" Feng Guang raised her autumn eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Does Uncle Wang judge people by their hearts?"

"His Majesty……"

She interrupted him, "But the heart is hidden under the skin. Uncle Wang, do you have a way to see the heart through the skin?"

Gu Yan said, "There's no way."

"That settles it then. Rather than facing an ugly bad guy, why not face a good-looking bad guy?"

She spoke with great logic and reason, leaving Gu Yan speechless.

Feng Guang chuckled, "Uncle Wang, don't you think that Young Master Ke looks a lot like you?"

Gu Yanming's bright eyes flickered slightly. "What does Your Majesty mean?"

"Whatever the meaning, if I can occasionally tease that man..." She opened her fan, covered her lips and chuckled, her voice as clear and ethereal as a heavenly melody, "it would be quite an interesting thing."

She made no attempt to hide the hidden meaning in her words, and Gu Yan awkwardly turned his head away from her gaze, put his fist to his lips, and coughed lightly.